The green elm with the one great bough of gold Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, — The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white, Harebell and scabious and tormentil, That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun, Bow down to; and th...
From all of this I am the only one who leaves
From this bench I go away, from my pants,from my great situation, from my actions,from my number split side to side,from all of this I am the only one who leaves
From the Champs Elysées or as...
1 A smudge for the horizon that, on a clear day, shows the hard edge of hills and buildings on the other coast
Anchored boats all head one way: north, where the wind comes from
You can see the storm inflating out of the west
A dark ...
Especially when the October
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
It was my thirtieth year to
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The morning
With water praying and call of seagull and
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbe...